THIS WAS PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST AND WORST COACHELLAS OF MY LIFE. I’ll give you the breakdown.
So I was told my ex, Clark, was coming, and let me tell you, I was not a happy camper. I didn’t talk to my friends for weeks because they knew how I felt, but I got over it. I got to La Quinta on Wednesday night because I had to pick up my ticket and camping pass from will call, so I met up with everyone early Thursday morning before we got to the camping. It was awkward at first, but things got better when I finally started talking to everyone. I didn’t realize until we got to our campsite that Clark had brought a girl with him, whom he called “his roommate.” ITS FINE. My friend described him as a hairy cabbage with an ugly puby beard on his face and two times fatter than how she met him at last year’s Coachella, so I needed to just stay away. I tried to be nice to the both of them, but they made it so hard. I offered them both a shot of the blue label my mom gave me, and as soon as I walked away, his “roommate”, let’s call her gramma because she has the eye bags of a 65 year old, turned to Clark and was like “that was so awkward” so fuck you too bitch, fake ass mf, I was just being civil. Anyways, they didn’t go out with all of us Friday and I was rolling balls so I had an amazing night.
Saturday was questionable. I had been drinking in the morning and gramma offered me candy, so I took it because she was being nice. An hour later, I find out she gave me an edible and I’m thinking to myself, THIS BITCH REALLY DRUGGED ME. I try to be normal and I go to the Heineken house with some people but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be normal so I left back to the campsite and I just about died. I knocked out for a few hours and was up again for the rest of the day/night. Me and my Irish Bestie, Layla, we’re rolling together but we couldn’t feel the euros we were taking so every 20 or 30 min we kept popping another half until finally it all hit me all at once and I was past rolling hard — I had turned into a full blown crackhead. We met up with everyone at Beyoncé’s set and 10 minutes in I needed to leave. I was too cracked out of my mind to even think about sitting through a set I didn’t care to see, next to Clark lifting gramma and throwing her up on his shoulders all night. So Layla and I left to go to the rainbow building and it was actually the worst. It felt like in upward hike that never ended, and it was so cold so we headed back to the campsite to sleep and pray the next day would be better.
Sunday actually really did turn out to be better, in some ways. There was a guy in our group that kind of liked me and I thought he was cute so we were talking a lot. Clark was no where to be found again so we spent most of the day with everyone else. I didn’t really roll or drink too much but it was still fun. Me and Layla were so tired during Eminem’s set that we left early, and I felt bad because the guy was rolling and we had been sitting with each other but I just left to go back to the campsite and I might have made things weird. It’s okay, I mean it was Coachella. Everyone eventually came back, and even though it was a good day, Clark and gramma came back and announced to everyone, as I was in my tent trying to fall asleep, that gramma was now his girlfriend. It was only weird to me because Clark had specifically told me she wasn’t his girlfriend and to not assume anything even though I told him he could call her his girlfriend in front of me but okay. And the fact that she told Layla they weren’t even dating, but gramma did tell Jessica they were roommates who shared a bed, and that she had gotten engaged to someone else on feb. 15 of this year but Clark makes her happy but like idk. They can be happy in their own little weird way if it floats their boat. As for me, I still talk to the cute guy. Layla goes back to Ireland Friday so she invited everyone for drinks on Thursday night so we’ll see if he comes.